London Town from Blood & Flame by Dave Gibb

London Town
(Dave Gibb mcps/prs)




I’ve had enough of farming man its much too hard a life
The master’s face is tripping him and the mistress hates my hide
So I’ll take my chance at midnight and I’ll head on down the road
Make my way to London town, grab myself some gold

After all these years its sad to think that all I own
Is wrapped up in a hanky on the end of a four foot pole
Some stolen bread and cheese will get me started on my way
I’ll be well along the road to London come the break of day

I’m heading down to London town
There’s gold to be found in London town

By the early evening I had walked most of the day
Thinking hard about the stranger who was going the other way
We sat, he talked, I listened to his tales of tears and woe
He told me how he’d run away to search for London’s gold

He said – don’t go down to London town
There’s no gold to be found in London town

He said - In London town you know the streets ain’t paved with gold
They’re paved with ghosts of innocents and long forgotten souls
It’s full of lawyers, thieves and politicians – what more need I say
You can smell the stench of London town a hundred miles away

Still I’m going down to London town
There’s gold to be found in London town
I’ll sell my soul in London town

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